I'm at my dad's.
There's spiders at home. There's spiders here.
I feel as if I'm being attacked by them.
My heart rate is through the roof,
I'm not sure if I'll be able to sleep.
But that's not cuz of the spiders.
There's this red light blinking on the phone right next to me.
Probably indicating that there's un-listened-to messages.
Suprisingly, it's not driving me crazy.
But this space bar is so loud.
THAT'S driving me crazy.
I thought a lot today.
I had quite a bit of time to myself.
So I thought.
A lot.
About past, present, future.
Pretty much everything.
I was sad and happy.
I probably even laughed,
by myself,
alone.
I'm looking at the spider that I smooshed on the wall.
I was very brave in smooshing it.
I jumped up on the desk and took one of these
DVDs that are lying here.
[First Night with Sean Connery to be exact]
And I smooshed it before it could scurry down the wall,
Right to my feet where I would be unproetcted by its venom.
I hate spiders, I really do.
1:30 AM
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